by Joeyg

Created on: April 14, 2009

What is my Lover?

This thought........
I think......
Owns its own time.

I tap my Du Maurier.

Its bright eye
Weeps ashes.
Trepidatious little snowflakes fall,
Like,
Unwanted children dumped curb side,
Burn victims most likely.

What is my Lover?

Subtly,
I inhale into midnight.
A red lace silhouette emerges
lifting my victim face from one shadow.

My eyes gleam,
Like from some late 60's horror movie.

(Scary stuff for its time)......

And in my momentary habit art
Catch and release indeed applies,
So,
I exhale my life essence,
Passing it back into thought.......

What is my Lover?

Persistent, Alluring,
Maybe.
Somewhat of a mystery
As it comes again,
Another fine drag.
The "Au" disappears,
And that's the sound it makes.

It knows where to hit,
At my weakest lung,
Its becoming a ritual,
Where virgins are sacrificed,
To appease the ego gods,
Into acceptance most likely,
I think......

What is my Lover?

Fair question.......
As I exhale under moon time.
I notice a lean in its crescent edge,
As if coming closer,
Curious to my pleasure.
I nod, "I know my friend,
Enchanting, isn't it."

A drifting sultress, or
A soft spoken addiction in the dark.

What is my Lover?

My lips tremble
As I bring it deep,
Into my abdomen.
Really deep..........
Like a pregnant beauty woman would,
Breathing for two.

Then

I give in,
And reluctantly let it out.

What is my Lover?

Last one I think.......
She patronisingly moans between my lips.
"Don't say that baby,
You know how I treat you,
When you're all stiff,
And I am always there when you need me,
For the quick release,
You know how good it feels,
It's all for you baby."

I tremble with her truthful burden.

What is my Lover?

This time for sure,
Last one.
She is desperate now.
I give her one....more.... good.... pull,
Oh the sound she makes
As her last layers peel away.

What is my Lover?

I close my eyes,
Exhale.......
And let her go.

A hard fall.
Repetitive divorce.
I watch her break
Into fiery tears upon landing.

What is my Lover?

She disappears
Under my square toe'd,
Brown leather, alligator perhaps,
But most likely not the case,
Considering I got them at a thrift store,
And whomever wore them before me,
I must say,
Had just heavenly feet,
I mean, like a perfect fit,
Meant to be,
And I think.........

Wait,
See how freely my mind now wanders.

Now what is my Lover..........

Walking away
I don't look back.
She was a life cheating whore anyway.

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